| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b7b5864 | For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, | Chaucer Geoffrey | ||
| 332cda6 | Until we're rotten, we cannot be ripe. | reeve-s-tale | Chaucer Geoffrey | |
| 0eadad5 | Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun! | imagination judgment | Chaucer Geoffrey | |
| 98c2d53 | have you killed me, false thief? | marriage brute canterbury fighting fight | Chaucer Geoffrey | |
| afeac47 | it's like being attacked by a RAT! | rejoinder fighting fight | Chaucer Geoffrey |